When I collect all the scriptures pertaining to women, I'm intrigued. It's stuff many of us learned from youth, though probably not in the sense God had in mind. Many a
Here I am, one full year into retirement following a lifetime of energized living, brain strain and teamwork. What I'm experiencing is nothing at all like those things. As you might guess, it's far less energized and strained. That's good ... on some level. Certainly I have time for other pursuits; pursuits long abandoned given my oft-rugged work schedules of yesteryear.
All that said to tell you I am inspired anew by the scriptures pertaining to we older types. Not the heretofore mentioned interpretation, but the real, rich, robust and regal estate that's synonymous with them. I'm not done musing upon them, so I'm not yet ready to elaborate.
I just know that nothing compares to gray hair quite like the living of life. I'd hate to think I came by these strands as a result of worry, or mean-spiritedness, or as some faux evidence of piety.
No, today I'm wondering how I can employ all that gray hair so neatly coiffed beneath a mantle of blonde highlights. I don't mean in the money-earning sense, though that would certainly be OK with me. Rather, I am wondering if at long last there aren't a plethora of new dreams to be dreamed; new lessons to be learned; new heights to be scaled; new students to teach; new avenues to travel?
I'm further wondering if I haven't somehow qualified as the Older Woman in Titus 2 and elsewhere? Afterall, those credentials don't come via academia or brief life-spans. One has to have been on a fairly lengthy walk-about to gather such credentials.
This I know: What I thought was important and worthy in my youth makes me
The years teach much which the days never knew.
~Ralph Waldo Emerson
The great thing about getting older is that you
don't lose all the other ages you've been.